SharkBoy and I are in line at TKTS in Times Square, hoping to get tickets to Mary Poppins. As we snake along the huge line to the wicket, we’re met with people who ask “if we have any questions about any shows”

Obviously these people are selling their show.

As we pass some eager young man he asks us what show we’re going to see. SharkBoy tells him, beaming with excitement.

“Why don’t just go rent the DVD and watch it?” he moans at us. “Disney took the movie and dropped the whole thing on stage.”

“…Not good?” SharkBoy asks.

“There’s so much more to see!” and dives into a litany of good theatre we should be spending our money on. Thankfully the line moved foreward and our scolding trails off.

Moving forward, we reach another helpful lad who wants to know what we’re spending our valuble time and money on.

“I’m not sure I want to say. That last guy hated our choice!”

“Go on! What are you seeing?”

“Mary Poppins.”

His eyes go dead but his smile says 1000% plastic – “Fannntastic.” he hisses out. And with that he passes us for some other sucker in the line.

Congratulations, readers! We made it! This is the last one. Tomorrow I have to repack all this mess and with BioShock 2 in my PS3 right now, I really doubt I’ll have time.

This last pic is my carry on.The whole thing about this series was borne of my anger towards that stupid fuck terrorist with his misguided, lonely, manipulated brain thinking that killing people in the name of religion and politics was a good idea. I’m hoping you get the title of this post.

While my anger towards the people who have marred travel  (possibly?) forever, there are others who piss me off. I’ve learned through many other people’s experiences that you don’t pack expensive things in your bag. It’s a sad fact that there are bad apple baggage handlers, much like any collective of human beings. So all this stuff is coming onboard with me and I will probably suffer a little extra time at the gate to turn on all this stuff and prove it works.

The cat food is bribe to get me through District 9 faster.

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I’m a bit late in posting something today due to a 10 hour Social Media meeting where we bantered words like “Cool Beans” and “viral” and every reforming of verb for the word “tweet”.

I’m home now and I want to talk to you about underwear! I am bringing enough for the two weeks plus a few emergency pair. Also a pair of boxers to keep by the bed (because I hate housecoats or P.J.s) just in case there’s a knock on the door etc. But this pic is all about the Star Wars underwear that SharkBoy found for me. You can see below that Mark Hamil and his blaster are perfectly positioned right over my goods. And look how good Harrison Ford and Carrie Fisher look! Timeless!

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Also, you can see my… Wait. What was that?

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Someone stuffed something under my completely disheveled clothes…

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Oh…? OH… OH MY GOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD!!!!11!!!1one!!

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I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I married right.

We got our dry cleaning back this weekend and it came to about $50. Spoiler alert: there was quite a bit – a couple suits and these shirts which, for $0.20 extra, some lovely person pressed and folded for us. And then wrapped it in a bag like it was some sort of Happy Meal to go for adults.

You can tell I rarely ever use dry cleaning services.

I think the last time I seriously did was when I was wearing Le Chateau bolero coats from the 80s. No. No pictures survived, my friends.

Tonight I’m over at Da’s after work to help him sell his beige and green wool carpet on Craigslist. And free dinner. Yay!

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My stats are low so I’m posting some gratuitous skin shots: Ties!

Do you like how I’m squeezing my boobies in and taking the shot from below a bit to make myself look hunky? To quote Silence of the Lambs:

I’d do me!

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This is what SharkBoy is bringing. He thinks he can get 20 pairs of underwear, dress shoes, undershirts, socks, shorts, pants, new shaving kit (don’t be jealous, StevieB, it’s a PUMA night bag), t-shirts, shoes, water shoes and a couple suits all in that. So naive.

I’m seriously considering onboard laundry.

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Last of the short-hicans! This is the last short shot you’ll see for this feature. This time next week we’ll be wandering NYC a day in advance of our departure.

In fact, I need to call Porter to see exactly how much I can bring without incurring extra charges. I suspect I started this venture a week too early. Expect next week to be individual shots of underwear. Meh. I can pad this out for another seven days. Just watch.

Last night my husband broke the no-spending rule and got me District 9 on Blue Ray. Bless. Oddly enough the second time around I was on the edge of my seat at the end, moreso than at the theatre. I’m looking forward to his next movie, whatever that is. I loved the non-cammo design of the weapons and the particular nod to Half Life games with the null-gravity guns.

SharkBoy has booked the second hotel and the car to the pier. I’m all googleygoo!

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More Old Navy cheapo finds. Perfect for those relaxed dining outfit nights.

My dear friends we have only one week left. What shall you do in my absence?

I was going to turn on RoboBlogger but the last time I did that you people hated his “In Your Face” attitude and rock and roll attitude. I may leave Shelly in charge so she’ll just rant about movies. That might not be too bad. Whatever I choose, though, dear reader, rest assured I will not leave you alone while I sip fruity drinks and take clandestine pictures of fat people.

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